Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Fatty Tiger’s ssage, the Mysterious Pearl
Golden Light Cave, no one knows its history.
Even more than three thousand years ago, before the Great Zhou Dynasty was established, this place was an ancient forbidden land.
All one sees is desolation and deathly silence, among the coarse and large stones, not a trace of green.
Under the vast Star Sea night sky, the dark mountain range is like the gates of hell, and the countless statues of suffering creatures along the way seem to worship it.
That has been, since ancient tis,
the punishnt for intruders.
"Oh my god..."
Fatty Tiger’s limbs were a bit soft.
Further ahead was the restricted area set by the Stone Man Tomb.
"Just one last step, rushing in to report back, if those mysterious entities are generous, I, Fatty Tiger, will be rich..."
"But what if I get killed..."
Fatty Tiger hesitated, struggling in his heart, spinning around in place, not daring to move forward.
Suddenly, his whole body stood on end, his pupils dilated, and he crouched down, staring ahead.
On the Gobi desert, at so unknown ti, a blood-red wind began howling, seemingly carrying cries of pain and the grand sounds of a sacrificial rite.
The ground was stained blood red...
"Awoo!"
The shadow of death cast over his heart, Fatty Tiger let out a miserable scream and turned to flee.
After his silhouette disappeared, the phenonon on the Gobi desert gradually returned to peace.
About a quarter of an hour later,
Fatty Tiger cautiously reappeared, hesitating outside the forbidden area, forcing a flattering smile,
"Um, I..."
The blood-red wind rose again.
Fatty Tiger tucked his tail between his legs and fled.
This ti, the blood-red wind roared for a long ti.
Unexpectedly, just as calm returned, from behind a rock, a tiger’s head peeked out again, its gaze shifty, carefully growling:
"Is anyone there?"
The Gobi desert was in a deathly silence.
Fatty Tiger shouted for a long ti, feeling strange, could it be so kind of array?
He looked around, picked up a stone, and flung it over...
In a mont, the blood-red wind engulfed the entire night sky, a pair of mottled stone hands, covered in moss, enveloped in rolling red smoke, lunged at him!
Fatty Tiger was scared half to death, shouting frantically: "I have a ssage about the reincarnated person and the conspiracy of the General’s Tomb..."
The large hands seed to hesitate for a mont, then the blood-red wind completely swallowed Fatty Tiger...
...
The autumn leaves were withered and yellow, the setting sun like blood.
Boom!
After a blast of air, Zhang Kui shot out, spinning mid-air, his feet dragging long marks on the ground, kicking up countless fallen leaves along the way.
Huff~ huff~
Zhang Kui gasped for breath, holding the hilt of Lu Li sword, droplets of fresh blood dripped from his hand.
Amidst the swirling leaves, a gloomy middle-aged man wearing a conical hat slowly approached, holding a strange black claw-like weapon, which clawed about like a living thing.
He finally encountered trouble.
Apparently provoked by the Night Demon’s death, these demons no longer acted alone, but in pairs, gradually closing in from the periter.
Tianji Zi was no fool, also sensing his unusual behavior, though didn’t know the reason, chose not to entangle with the demons and instead focused on searching.
The middle-aged man in front nad Mo Qiao, originally a mountain woodcutter, occasionally obtained a Qin Weapon, and under the encouragent of evil spirits, embarked on the path of an evil cultivator.
He claid to be an assassin, practicing the killing thod, sparing no living souls wherever he went, nourishing his weapon with blood and souls.
In Zhang Kui’s eyes, the weird iron claw was enveloped in relentless Blood Evil Qi, though not as potent as his Geng tal Evil Qi, yet blood surged into the sky, claiming countless lives.
But, if it was just him, that would be manageable.
Boom!
The ground suddenly exploded, a horse-sized Earth Spider abruptly leapt into the air, its fangs and pincers dripping with noxious venom, its entire body clad in scale armor like forged from fine iron.
Chong, a spider monster from Dianzhou, of unknown identity, rumored to have connections with the Ten Thousand Poison Cave and Chai Kingdom.
Zhang Kui narrowly avoided it, just as he intended to retaliate, Mo Qiao abruptly appeared in front of him, the weird iron claw descending along with Blood Evil Qi.
The two demons coordinated seamlessly, the big black umbrella "Longevity" couldn’t trap both simultaneously, leaving Zhang Kui completely suppressed without any room to counterattack.
"Clang!"
A white light suddenly shot out from the forest, aid directly at Mo Qiao.
"Flying Sword!"
Mo Qiao’s impassive face suddenly twisted with a maniacal grin, the iron claw eting the attack with a crunch.
Zhu Sheng finally couldn’t hold back and intervened.
The Nether Void Sword was undoubtedly powerful, but Zhu Sheng himself was a rank lower, and after several clashes with the iron claw, blood soon trickled from the corner of his mouth.
The sword cultivator’s eyes were bloodshot, gritting his teeth, not retreating an inch.
However, this short ti was enough; Zhang Kui suddenly brought out the big black umbrella "Longevity
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